AT Beauty's altar fervent acolyte, And favored candidate for priestly name, In object as in force adore aright Nor waste one breath of thy rare gift of flame; Nature, Artistic Form, Music, -- all these Are shapes where partial Beauty deigns to lie, And mediate, as with types and images, Between frail hearts and perfect Deity. From Thee a purer faith is due, -- to find The Beauty of Life, -- the Melody of Mind, -- Which the true Poet's quest never eludes: Speed Thou Philosophy's straight-onward flight, Aiming thy wings at that serenest height, Where Wordsworth stands, feeding the multitudes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |